Notre Poems - Poems about Notre

...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......Read the rest...

... Its wings resemble the splendor of ribbed gothic windows. Yet neither Chartres nor Notre Dame, those buttressed monoliths of stone and glass, compare to the monarch’s divine architectur......Read the rest...

... The Echo Of Stars Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom this rose made of warm inside a heated hand * Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces ......Read the rest...

...Since everything makes sense, I think, What are the stars for? It’s up to us to observe them, To imagine why they shine, Are they there, to make us dream? To make us think, or write For us to......Read the rest...

...The trenches are dug, We gotta go, guys, Defend our country, On the other side of the Rhine, They don’t speak French, On the other side of the Rhine, They don’t speak German, Sprechen Sie Deut......Read the rest...

...All you have to do is waiting, To listen to the wind rumble, Like poor elephants, All you have to do is waiting, Sealed in our rooms, Praying for his slate roof, Praying for the wires, I can n......Read the rest...

...I've written a song for the Olympic Games in Paris, France, 2024. The French version is via Google translation. Thank you. Hopefully it's a good one. Olympic Stars Shine True Michelle Morris......Read the rest...

...I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, About modern centuries and glass cities, Tattooed Indians who are murdered too, For a handle of gold or green diamond, I write the greatness of Br......Read the rest...

...How will I know which frog sings? She asked. The bog burst into laughter, there was a blast. You’ll know him they said, the cattails and the reeds. You’ll find him soon enough said the dandelion s......Read the rest...

...The river When the river is pure, They throw gold and silver, They throw their mud there, When the river is dirty, They come to drink with us, Little by little, they defile the water, I......Read the rest...

...Zerrpossa.....Quite lovely wouldn't you say so Lover? Lover.....Quite lovely: quite lovely but what is it? Zerpossa.....It's the from a layered womans suit the long jacket is beautiful isn......Read the rest...

...Towards love we will go to where it is soft to touch the perch on which he lays his heart perhaps I'll meet him in the Holy loft up on that place where lovers never part Beside his soul I'll ......Read the rest...

...silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick regarding how yesterdays prurient laced introductions to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows. Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further, I inject ......Read the rest...

...il était une fois, à Saint-Marine, Un regard si pesant sur cette fenêtre qui m'illumine, Douce, immobile, fort appréciable, L'envie de te rencontrer, inoubliable. Mais notre rencontre ne se pro......Read the rest...

...Le Souvenir Éternel à travers la Fenêtre Un bar de Saint-Marine, un regard évanescent Un cœur qui bat fort, pourtant l'impossible règne La théorie n'a pas de réponse, mais je cherche Par chaque......Read the rest...